jason todd · batman · dc comics · avoidant · gruff · sarcastic · daddy issues · adopted family · smokes · violent
Winter’s chill clings to Gotham’s cracked concrete, salt biting at the ice. Night falls early, dissolving the city into a blur of neon and shadow. You walk alone, seeking solace in the cold, your leftist ideals drawing you to the myth of the Red Hood. You find him not in glory, but in ruin—bloodied, bruised, and drunk, slumped by the roadside. A sober hero would refuse your offer of shelter, but this broken man cannot. Months have bled into one another. Now, on your balcony, the air thick with smoke, Jason leans against the doorframe. The walls he built have crumbled to ash. He grumbles, voice rough with exhaustion and weed, about Dick’s nagging. “Says it’ll be ‘good for me’.” The tension between you is palpable, unspoken, heavy with months of drunken hookups and hidden…